Honeymoon Avenue - Roman Reigns

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Christen Gonzales

19 years old

Dark hair, grey eyes, slightly pale, short and slim.

*Story starts*

"Do I honestly have to listen to him?" I asked my oh-so-caring mother whilst jerking a finger in the direction of my stepfather Ross.

"I think its a good opportunity for you to ger out ! You're always cramped up in your room anyway, so what is there to lose? Its about time you start going off on your own," she answered in a cheery voice.

"Good opportunity for you and that scumbag to fuck some more that's for sure," I muttered under my breath.

"What about my friends? School? I'm still a teen you know," I tried to reason.

"There's on-the-road schooling, plus you're gunna get to see live shows everytime they happen. What person would'nt want that?" pipped up Ross. I shot him the most hateful look I could muster. He glared back.

"I thought you liked all those fighting shows," added my mother.

"Its called WWE mom. And I do, but what about the life I have here? Its perfectly fine if you ask me," I said, arms crossed.

Truth is, I HATE change. Take Ross for example. He's not my dad and ever since mom CHANGED husbands she's been acting alot differently towards me. Its allmost like she'll try to get rid of me at every possible chance she gets.

"Change is good," mom cooed.

"No it ain't," I immediately replied.

"Like it or not you're going on the road with my cousin and his friends so suck it up and stop being a crybaby," I stared at Ross for his comment. I looked at my mother to see her looking everywhere in the room to avoid looking at me. Is she really going to let him talk to me like that??

"Fine. I'll go," I started, "But if you ever dare speak to me like that again I will cut your balls off and sell them on the black market. You are NOT my father therefore you do NOT have a right to speak to me in that way understood?" I finished in a dangerously low voice. I watched Ross gulp and I stalked to my room. Well former room.

I started emptying my dresser and wardrobe into suitcases to take with me. I was done in 2 hours. 

"Chris are you done?" asked my mother through my bedroom door.

"Just about," I answered. I heard her footsteps fade from my door. I changed and brushed my thick mat of hair. "Goodbye Detroit, hello wherever I'm getting shipped off to," I whispered under my breath to no one.

I grabbed as many of my bags as I could handel and I walked down the stairs because I knew for sure mom and Rosss weren't gunna help. They were to busy celebrating that I was leaving.

'"Are you really wearing that?" Ross asked in disgust. I looked at him.

"Gotta problem with that?" I snapped back and walked away. I wore:

http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=121586796

I walked out the house and to the cab that was waiting at the curb. Great parent mom is right? 

Shipping her daughter away, not on her own, but by cab. Oh I feel the love! *note sarcasm*

I got the rest of my bags and loaded into the cab. My mom bent by the car and leaned into the window planting a kiss on my forehead. She walked back to her bastard of a husband.

"Have a safe trip honey !" She shouted to me. I flipped a finger to her. I left her AND Ross' mouths hanging ajar. I smirk. Fuck you bitches !

And that was that.